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The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

"Burial mounds?" Tennessee repeated before her eyes widened in shock as she recalled the mysterious mounds that were scattered throughout the Southeast and other parts of the nation. No one seemed to know where exactly they came from or what they were for. Not even the Native Nations had been able to recall who created them. "That person... do you think he's responsible for making them? I remember Kentucky talkin' 'bout those mounds and I think there are a lot at Ohio's place, too."

Something about this unnerved Tennessee to her core, though. "But... that nation should be long dead, shouldn't he? Now that I think 'bout it, when he was close to me he felt so cold... Even the air 'round him was cold kinda like the Bell Witch..."

Grade 9
The Volunteer

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Latvia couldn't help but shutter a bit, it was really creepy knowing that a older nation was watching the states or something. He would be really creped out him he found that his land had belonged to some one else. Well it had at one point but, he knew about it. "Ja.." was all he could really say when Spain spoke.

Traslation:

Charlotte's eyes brightened. "You mean like a ghost?" He said excitedly even though he is very much scared of ghost just as much as Alfred, but still couldn't help his fascination with them. Andrew of course would remember the time he took her to see this so called 'Bell witch' only to get frighten over a raccoon.

Something funny happened. As they talked his clothes started to feel a little different and next thing you knew, his grew out long. The gender bend spell had ended and was now back as a normal girl. She looked back to her sister brother knowing he would have a slight issue with her clothing. "Uh Andrew do you uh need to switch something with me real quick?" her face grew bright red

The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

"Not sure exactly, but that's sorta what it felt like and..." Tennessee blinked as she watched her brother revert back to her sister. It was... odd to see and she could only stand there stunned for a moment until her pants suddenly felt too loose in the back and far too tight in the front.

"Son of a b***h!" Andrew yelped. Without thinking he unzipped almost as if the pants were burning him and kicked them off, glaring at the offending clothes as if they had just tried to crush his vital regions. If he was honest with himself, they weren't really that tight but he was used to lose clothes. Having any pressure down there did not sit well with him.

It took a moment for Tennessee to feel the draft and realize he was standing before Charlotte, Spain, France and God in his sister's panties which... didn't leave much to the imagination. With a furious blush he tried to tug her shirt down over himself, but what had once been large enough to reach her thighs now barely covered him. He almost had little tears forming in the corners of his eyes and could only manage a miserable little nod at North Carolina's offer to switch.

"Y-Yeah..." he said in a small voice that did nothing to communicate how disturbed the conservative state was. Andrew felt like he might as well have flashed everyone.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

Tennessee just kept his gaze focused on the ground with his cheeks bright red while he waited silently for his sister. It felt so awkward standing there in front of two nations (one of which was the big brother of his crush) barely managing to keep yourself even remotely descent. Just showing his thighs to them was killing the boy.

When Charlotte returned he looked up at his sister just in time to get his pants tossed right in his face and he couldn't lift his hands to protect himself for fear of flashing everyone again. He just stood there a brief moment with the pants draped over his head before sighing miserably and retreating to the same doorway Charlotte had used to make himself descent. He returned with as much dignity recovered as humanly possible and pants in place just in time to hear Charlotte's question.

"Well... Now we know Leilani was prob'ly taken by the nation that made those mounds," Andrew said. "An' he's prob'ly somethin' like a ghost or at least somethin' close to it. I almost wish ol' Kate was here for me to ask her... She's mean as a snake, but she'd know these things for certain."

He was thoughtful for a moment before glancing at his sister.

"You think if I asked real nice, Kentucky might run down an' give her the phone?" he asked knowing his neighbor most likely wouldn't have any problems with it. They were close like that although Andrew figured he'd need to repay the favor.

Grade 9
The Volunteer

The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀

Tennessee nodded to his sister and didn't seem to think anything odd of it as he called up his neighbor. Naturally there had to be a few greetings exchanged and a quick summary of what the siblings had been doing since they parted ways. It was all light, customary chatting until Andrew finally asked if it was possible for Kentucky to rush across their border and had the phone to the Bell Witch.

If this had been any other state in the world it might have seemed like an impossible mission to travel all that distance in the span of a single phone call, but this was Kentucky they were talking about. The race horses of Kentucky were infamous and Tennessee was pretty sure the ones his neighbor kept personally were faster than most cars. He was just asked to hold for a few minutes...

... And then the conversation picked up with. "Kate! This is Tennessee," he said as if calling a ghost was the most normal thing in the world. The Upper South was a strange, strange place. "Yeah... yeah, I know I ain't visited in a while but... Dammit, Kate, don't start singin'!" he snapped irritably as a wailing noise came from the phone. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose until it finally stopped. "You done?" he asked flatly. A pause. "Good."

Andrew proceeded to recount the details of what had happened and his encounter with the hooded figure as well as what France was able to tell them. He was silent for a very long time and his face went from irritated to its normal neutrality. Eventually he nodded. "Thanks," he grunted then hung up.

"So..." Tennessee started slowly. "Kate says what we're dealin' with is prob'ly an ancient nation that existed 'fore even the natives we know. He was a more advanced civilization but I don't think quite like the Mayans or Aztecs... Kate says, based on how he's been actin', it ain't really him. At least not all of him... She says it's some kinda evil voodoo that causes past resentments an' regrets to take a conscious form or some such. I didn't really get it... but she says he's killible like a regular human bein' so that's good. She also said Thunderbirds don't like gettin' hit by rocks or sticks."

And who would? That was a weird tip, but maybe a magic user would be able to work with that somehow.

"Oh, Kate also told me somethin' weird's goin' on at home... she thinks George might be leavin' soon..." Andrew frowned. He didn't like the sound of that at all and the Bell Witch was many things but she wasn't a liar. She had even predicted the Civil War to him ages before it had been a glimmer on the horizon to him.

Grade 9
The Volunteer